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Smelling You Silly

An Acrostic Alexandrine

By Patrick M. OhanaPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by Apostolos Vamvouras on Unsplash

Sunday morning between your thighs just before noon

Milking my words with your pussy’s flowing nectar

Every second circling slowly within your tune

Licking each lip as your only love’s collector

Lifting your left leg for the right understanding

Instilling my brain with every hidden angle

Necking your protruding clitoris expanding

Gaining momentum towards your long triangle

You let me touch your covert muliebrity

Opening wide wherever my eyes come to wreathe

Undying lust in love with sans salubrity

Smelling you silly till it is you that I breathe

In your hand you hold part of me dying slightly

Lingering as my soaked intellect learns to pray

Learning indubitably painfully tightly

Your Monday will be always skipping my Sunday

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Asaf Avidan - The Labyrinth Song

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About the Creator

Patrick M. Ohana

A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.

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Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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  1. Excellent storytelling

    Original narrative & well developed characters

  2. On-point and relevant

    Writing reflected the title & theme

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  • ReadShakurrabout a year ago

    Lovee ths

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